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"We're about approaching Perfection, General." Came a voice over the intercom of a military jet Flying over Bixby. "Why does this stuff always happen in the middle of nowhere?" One of the passengers, Brigadier General Jack O'Neill asked.
"Is it not better that the replicators attack a small town with less nourishment?" replied Teal'c.
"Its just that I don't really like small towns," answered the General, " They are isolated from everything."
"And we aren't isolated from everything when we go through the gate?" Daniel Jackson.
"Look, One time I lived in a small town that didn't have a fire department. My house caught fire and by the time anyone had come from the closet fire station, which was 42 miles away, my home had burnt to the ground."
"So, you have sort of a phobia of small towns?" Lieutenant Colonel Carter suggested.
"Can we stop talking about this, PLEASE?
BRREET BRREET BRREET! Sounded the emergency Klaxon.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Shouted O'Neill.
"The planes controls are locked! I can't steer the plane! About twenty more miles and we'll crash!"
"Well, this is bad."
To that, Teal'c replied "This seems much worse than bad, O'Neill."
"So, what is it?" Burt asked a scientist. Burt and Tyler were currently in the laboratory that had been set up to study mix master.
"I'm not sure. It is mostly aluminum, with some copper wiring. It has what appear to be integrated circuits and some servos of some sort, but they're not like any computers I've seen before. I think that they are swarm based robots, but I'm not really sure," answered the scientist.
"I could of told you they're robots." said Tyler.
"I think I'll understand their behavior better than their construction," replied the scientist.
"They attack metal things and anyone that attack them," said Tyler.
"I don't think that they were attacking the car," said the scientist "They seem efficient enough destroyers from your account that if they were attacking the car, they would do so faster. I think that they might have been trying to eat the car."
"Eat it?" The thought surprised both Tyler and Burt.
"They might use the digested matter to create more of themselves. That would explain why there are few traces of the plane. They ate it and made more of themselves! That would explain why they're aluminum! Do you know what this means!"
"Evil robots are trying to eat our town?" suggested Tyler.
"No… well, yes, but that's beside the point. It means that there are self-replicating, artificially intelligent creatures out there! That is the Goal of almost all modern robot-" Her talking is interrupted by an electronic whirring. Melted plastic drips to the floor as a small replicator crawls through a freshly made hole in the laboratory wall.
"Uh oh." the three say in unison.
"We're about approaching Perfection, General." Came a voice over the intercom of a military jet Flying over Bixby. "Why does this stuff always happen in the middle of nowhere?" One of the passengers, Brigadier General Jack O'Neill asked.
"Is it not better that the replicators attack a small town with less nourishment?" replied Teal'c.
"Its just that I don't really like small towns," answered the General, " They are isolated from everything."
"And we aren't isolated from everything when we go through the gate?" Daniel Jackson.
"Look, One time I lived in a small town that didn't have a fire department. My house caught fire and by the time anyone had come from the closet fire station, which was 42 miles away, my home had burnt to the ground."
"So, you have sort of a phobia of small towns?" Lieutenant Colonel Carter suggested.
"Can we stop talking about this, PLEASE?
BRREET BRREET BRREET! Sounded the emergency Klaxon.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Shouted O'Neill.
"The planes controls are locked! I can't steer the plane! About twenty more miles and we'll crash!"
"Well, this is bad."
To that, Teal'c replied "This seems much worse than bad, O'Neill."
"So, what is it?" Burt asked a scientist. Burt and Tyler were currently in the laboratory that had been set up to study mix master.
"I'm not sure. It is mostly aluminum, with some copper wiring. It has what appear to be integrated circuits and some servos of some sort, but they're not like any computers I've seen before. I think that they are swarm based robots, but I'm not really sure," answered the scientist.
"I could of told you they're robots." said Tyler.
"I think I'll understand their behavior better than their construction," replied the scientist.
"They attack metal things and anyone that attack them," said Tyler.
"I don't think that they were attacking the car," said the scientist "They seem efficient enough destroyers from your account that if they were attacking the car, they would do so faster. I think that they might have been trying to eat the car."
"Eat it?" The thought surprised both Tyler and Burt.
"They might use the digested matter to create more of themselves. That would explain why there are few traces of the plane. They ate it and made more of themselves! That would explain why they're aluminum! Do you know what this means!"
"Evil robots are trying to eat our town?" suggested Tyler.
"No… well, yes, but that's beside the point. It means that there are self-replicating, artificially intelligent creatures out there! That is the Goal of almost all modern robot-" Her talking is interrupted by an electronic whirring. Melted plastic drips to the floor as a small replicator crawls through a freshly made hole in the laboratory wall.
"Uh oh." the three say in unison.